Mirabe listened to the murmurs from outside, her slender fingers casually intertwined. After a beat, she asked with a touch of skepticism, "So, if everyone thinks the Stevenson family is just a myth, how can you be sure this medicine is from them?"


    "It was delivered by someone from the Stevenson family," Wyatt rified, trying to clear her doubts.


    Mirabe furrowed her brows slightly, "Really?"


    Wyatt, missing Mirabe''s unease, nodded and added, "We also had David at the Pharmacist''s Guild check it out. He confirmed it''s an ancient herbal concoction. The unique preparation method can''t be copied by ordinary pharmacists."


    As for its exact effects, there wasn''t enough medicine to run any trials.


    If the head of the Pharmacist''s Guild, who specializes in ancient remedies, vouched for it, there was no room for doubt.


    Mirabe''s expression stayed unreadable as she nodded, choosing not to say more.


    For a while, the auctioneer''s voice from outside was the only sound breaking the silence in the private box.


    After a bit, Wyatt, hearing Curtis''s voice through his earpiece, looked at his brother James and quickly stepped out.


    Now, just James and Mirabe were left in the box.


    "See anything you like?" James''s clear voice pulled Mirabe back from her thoughts.


    She looked at James, shook her head, and quipped, "Broke."


    James raised an eyebrow, "Well, I''ve got some savings."


    "Are you showing off?" Mirabe replied, her face expressionless.


    James: "..."


    Mirabe chuckled lightly, grabbed a pastry from nearby, and turned her attention back to the auction below.


    Halfway through the auction, Mirabe slipped out to use the restroom.


    When she came out, instead of heading back, she wandered towards the auction''s backstage.


    vel


    Not knowing exactly where the auction items were kept, she followed the areas thick with surveince cameras and tight security.  Swnovel


    The coverage was almost 360 degrees with no blind spots, so dodging them was out of the question.


    Aware of this, Mirabe activated a signal jammer as soon as she left the restroom.


    *


    Meanwhile, in the surveince room.


    Wyatt had returned there after leaving the box, keeping a close eye on the screens.


    Curtis was there too, sitting in front of the mainputer, arms folded, his gaze glued to therge monitor.


    Everything seemed normal on the


    screens, with their men guarding every exit, except for the treasure room on the third floor, which was conspicuously unguarded.  swnovel


    The auction had been going for over an hour.


    "Still nothing, Curtis. You think the guy who nabbed the ''Flying Horse'' has hung up


    his boots?" Wyatt was getting antsy.


    Curtis, his eyes never leaving the screen, his demeanor as cool as ice, replied,


    "No way. Stay patient and keep watching."


    Wyatt ran a hand through his hair, "I am patient, but all I see is the same old stuff."


    "Don''t rush it," Curtis remained calm.


    Wyatt


    haired at him, then dragged


    a chair over and sat down, resting


    his arm on the back, "Maybe should just camp out in the treasure room."  swnovel


    Curtis didn''t respond but suddenly straightened up, "Here we go."